Heavenly Music
Found God smoking weed in the back of my car,
Didnt realize the joint would go so far,
He loves to heal your open scars,
The guys a legend,
When he plays the guitar.
Jesus rocks out to Iron Maiden,
But belief in him fades,
As we worship satan,
To heaven or to hell,
For wherever this life will lead,
There'll always be people,
Filled with pity and greed.
A life blinded by hope,
Held together by fear,
Unworthy I sit here,
Abandoned by peers.
An endless story,
Healed by God,
A lifeless future,
Im a pitiful sod.
A taste of the past,
A look at the future,
It happened so fast,
Was a call of nature
Copyright © Vince Wyatt | Year Posted 2009
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